Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-09-04

isYOu beArg'' sAid Mr.. Grunbelow. look
ing At NE with an air Of contempt He
sea;sd himself At TIE table and Gnfolded
his napkin '-Soup. Bouie de-Deige-'
.'MAssa hungry: Dat young debbel there
be iOok berry pale already.
Pretty well, Boul-de-Deiee, consider
ing You, sir, come here and le; me look
at you" / obeyed. Hold out your
hand. 1t shakes Let NE look II your
EYES. They are yellow. Do you know
that your appetite seems to me to be aii-
/ ing already-alrezdy-a IL . only the
fourth day
1T Is not my fault, said
'.SOnsenss- Don't talk 70 me, sir, be-
cause / viii have none Of your insolenee
say that you do not walk enough.
order you 10 walk twelve miles day
even twenty after heavy night-do you
/ hsaIs''
81; Is not in the contract" replied,
doGgedly.
at Is in the contract You are to use
every means in your power TO keep your
/ faculties in Tigcr. What means have yOu
usedE''
He banged the spoon on the table and
glanced n me % ieTcely that had roth
ing to say.
''Nassa's soup get cold" said BOul-de-
neige.
He gobbled il up, every DOW and then
looking up AZ me With an angry grunt-
''So1, then, you and your contract
This l. pretty ingratitute. this Is Here's
q fellow, BOul-de-Deige, ! pick up out OF
the gutter starving, whom i keep eIpsn-
sively, whom ! endow with An income,
whom deprive Of the temptation TO glut-
tony"
"Nebber see snch debbl in all my
days said the negro; ''nebber hear such
ting todd nowhere"
NO, nor ever will. Listen to me, sir.
You will walk ten, twelve or twenty miles
= day, according 20 the dinner have had.
And, mark yoO. il will be worse for you
il you DO DOT. Remember, if cannot eat
] can dnnk'
There was a fiendish glare in bis blood
stained eye a. be spoke, and trembled.
My spirit was 20 completely gone that /
had not even the pluck to APPEAL to his
pity. Perhaps the secret consciousness OF
the uselessness OF such an appeal deferred
me
you will now, he said, watch NE
making a. large dinnsr ss your missy
cradle laDguid appetite will allow"
Il have been drunk for tour nights
pleaded.
Then you have no business 10 get
drunk 20 easily. Your head Is contempt
IDLY weak-Ehat did / take yesterday,
Bo1le de Deige!'
Big bottle champagne, big bottle port,
eight goes whisky grog"
Il did-and that was al Why, your
predecessor stood double the quantity.
Beg pardon, massa. Last young
gegleman poor trash-last but two-him
mighty strong head-hesd like hull
nebber get drunk"
''Ah. we wasted him, Boule-de-neige;
fooled him away in one imprudent even
ing / told you at the time that Ioyeau
punch il q very dangerous thing"
''Ho, boz the disbolical negro laughed
till bis teeth showed like the grinning
Jaws OF deaths bead "Ho, no, him
50 blind drunk ne tumble out Of window
break him neck. Ho, no"
This was 4 pleasant conversation for me
10 hear.
Then Mr.. GrumbelOw resumed his din
neT.
He ate a good deal in spite of his grumb-
ling, and then ne began 70 drink part /
observed that the wine had peculiar ef
feet upon him. II made him redder IN
the face, bat not thicker in speech. He
drank two bottles, talking at me all the
time. began 10 get drunk, he only got
the more merrily fiendish.
This Is really delightful, - be said, as 7
resled and caught at chair for support.
at is quite a new pleasure TO watch the ef-
fects of my own drink or another mans
brain. shall write book about you. i
shall call it The Young Christian Deferred,
or Leaves from Luke Lucraft's Wicked
Life HO, Ia Ia no saw the account
in the Morning Pod. Hsigh heigh n'-he
nearly ehOked a. he recalled the circum-
stance. The magistrate admonishiDg
the wicked drunkard. Ho, no! 1t Is like
farce. Stand up, sir, stand up! he
can't stand up. Can you sing? Can you
dance? He could not even dance a horn
pipe. Do you feel little thickness in
your speech? Would you be able TO ex-
plain to the worthy magistrate the circum-
stance, quite beyond your own control,
which brought you into that painful posi-
ton in which you stood, 1t is the best
situation that ever WAS put upon any
stage There's nothing like 1T in fiction.
| Nothing. Walter Scott never invented
anything half 50 rich. Ho, DO, no! be is
really getting drunk already. What a
poor creature il isl
He paused for moment and then went
on.
'BOnle-de-neige, coffee; brandy in it
plenty Of brandy, and glass of curacao
afterward- A large glass, sir III have a
night Of it. Your health, Luke Lucraft,
in this coffee; and you had better take
care Of il, OF IN pack you off with poyeau
punch. Pleasant times you are having.
eh. Might have been worse, you know.
You might have been starving. What?
Don't fan against the table in that way.
Take care Of the furniture, IL cost 4 great
deal more money than yOu are worth. So,
sit down on the door while l tell you
about your predecessors, dead and gone,
poor fellows.
Let me see, the first was William
Saunders, . poor devil OF a clerk OF mine.
He disgraeed himself in chapel one week
day prayer meeting, the very evening n
his signature; then he ran away, but
Boule-de-neige found him out and brought
him back. He took To praying and cry.
ing. One day be died in ST. Bartholo-
news hospital of delirium tremeDs- He
lasted about six months.
The next was Hans Hansen, \ Dane.
He only lasted about three weeks, because
melancholy directly after he found b
could no longer touch brandy. / was dis
appointed with Hssen, and when he jump
ed of London bridge into the Thames ons
night, his appetite having quite gone,
was really very sorry on account of tbs
temporary inconvenience il put me to; and
determined to be very careful in his sue
eessor. / remember had good deal o.
trouble 10 End one.
However, At last got third man, q
stout Cumberland chap, son Of states
man You poor, puny little strolling &C
tor, suppose that you will hardly believs
that once took fOur-and-twenty tumblers
ofSeoteh whisky and water without affect
ING that brave fellows spDetlte one bit